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But I’d love for you to do something to me right now, before our boys wake
up and interrupt us.’ I picked up his hand that was resting on my naked stomach
and raised it to my mouth, kissing the pads of each of his fingers ‘Make love
to me,’ I pleaded.
    ‘Mission accepted, Mrs. Davenport. Move your
right knee up as far as you can,’ he instructed, nudging it with his own. I did
as he asked, suddenly feeling a rush of euphoria. I felt him reposition me as I
lay on my side, then his fingers trailing over my hip and down my backside. I
jolted as they ploughed through my swollen flesh from behind. He gently teased
me, caressing my labia, circling my clenching entrance, being careful to avoid
my throbbing clit. ‘How much do you want me inside you?’ he whispered, his lips
working on my neck and rendering me to liquid form.
    ‘More than breakfast, and you know how starving
I am when I wake up lately,’ I moaned. He laughed and continued to tease me
with his fingers.
    ‘You have a very healthy appetite, for all
things. Thank God one of them is me.’
    ‘I’ll never tire of you,’ I whispered
sincerely.
    ‘Ditto.’ His low, gravelly tone and his fingers
slipping around, stimulating all of my nerves, had me close my eyes and arch my
back in pleasure. He tightened his arm around my shoulder, his fingers reaching
for my sensitive nipple and gently tweaking it. It felt like a bolt of
lightning had struck me and I gasped in surprise. I covered his hand with mine,
encouraging him to do it again. He bit the side of my neck and gently sucked as
his fingers worked on me in both places at once. I was breathing hard and fast.
Stimulation of my breast and pussy had me teetering on the edge of a climax
already, that’s how needy my body was at the moment. Sex and food were my
primary needs these last few weeks.
    ‘Dan, touch me, please touch me properly. The
boys could wake up any minute,’ I urged.
    ‘I can’t wait until you’re ready for long and
slow again,’ he chuckled, finally letting his index finger connect with my
pulsating clit. I cried out as the powerful sensation surged through my body.
It was like being submerged in a warm bath, everything tingled and hummed. He
barely needed to stroke me a few times before I shattered in his arms, tears of
bliss streaming down my face. ‘O, baby. You’re so responsive, I just love
that.’
    ‘I love … that, too,’ I panted, my eyelids
fluttering as I tried to regain focus. I moaned as I felt his plush head
nudging against me, then his fingers curling around my hip as he gently eased
himself into me with a groan. I took in a sharp breath. He went in so deep at
this angle, the feeling was incredible. ‘Yes,’ I mewled, eager for more when he
pulled out of me, then gently thrust back in again. ‘ Yes .’
    ‘I also love how hot and wet you are for me.
The way your muscles grip my cock, it’s better than my hand.’ His voice sounded
incredulous, as if it was the first time we were doing this dance. I could
understand that. Every time with him felt like the first time, like I’d die if
he stopped and I never knew what it would feel like to climax with him. ‘As
soon as you’re up to it, we’re having that meeting in the boardroom I promised
you a year ago by the waterfall,’ he whispered, nibbling my ear lobe on the
crest of another penetrating thrust that had me grind back against him. I
tightened and released my muscles over and over, trying to squeeze the orgasm out
of him so I could come, too. I was holding back, waiting for him, and it was
killing me.
    ‘I’m up for it, very up,’ I panted, as we both
found our rhythm and moved in unison. I reached behind me and clasped at his
taut backside, not wanting to lose our connection.
    ‘I want you face down over the table so I can
play with your backside as I fuck you. I’ll be fully clothed and you’ll be
naked except for a pair of high heels and bondage rope.’
    ‘O shit,’ I moaned, clenching even